The Billionaire’s Contract Bride

I was dumb and in love, so I made a mistake I should not have ever made. I followed him out.I should not have grabbed my keys out of my purse with trembling hands, rushed to my car and driven blindly across the city following my fiancée with a shattered heart and a vision now clouded by humiliation.But love made people foolish, and I was in love. And right then, as I drove, I struggled to bite back my falling tears.Evan’s car finally screeched to a stop in front of an apartment complex. I parked my car a couple of meters away from his, then, stepped out just in time to see him sprint away from the car while shouting at the top of his lungs.“Lyra,”Panic ripped his voice apart as his shout practically traveled through the street,My stomach twisted, but I tore my keys away from the ignition, slammed my door close and followed after him, almost tripping over in my bid to catch up.I reached the parking lot, and froze.Two large men in masks stood in the middle of the parking lot. Th

The pain from his betrayal was already wrecking me apart before the sound of the slap reached me,A sharp and completely brutal crack split the air apart, and for a full heartbeat, I stood there in confusion, not understanding what had just happened.My head snapped to the side, my vision blurred, and I stumbled back as the hot rush of pain bloomed across my face,Did.. Did he just slap me?My heels caught on a rug, and I nearly crashed on the floor. The room tilted around me and I had to slam my hands on the wall just to re-orient myself.Evan didn’t move to help me, nor did he apologize.He didn’t even flinch, all he did was stare at me with burning eyes and a heaving chest, and for the first time in my life, I saw him completely furious.Behind him, Lyra curled on the couch, her fake sobs filling the air as she clutched her stomach and occasionally stopped sobbing just to groan in pain. Her friend hovered dramatically above her, her eyes widening with horror that felt fake.But nei

I stopped walking the moment I entered the restaurant. For a brief moment, I debated turning around and immediately walking out.The place was... intimidating. It was huge, had glowing crystal chandeliers, and the marble floors were so polished, it looked like glass.The air of the restaurant smelled faintly of spices and perfume, and every single table was occupied with people who looked as though they belonged here.I, on the other hand, felt like an impostor and an intruder.I let out a sigh, and began walking forward, since I was already here, I had no choice but to at least see this through. My heels clicked too loudly as I walked forward.This was a mistake. I knew it, but mom was persistent and, since she claims it was just dinner, I had no choice but to go through with it.“Right, just dinner.” I muttered under my breath as I shook my head, and scanned the room, searching for my date. I had no idea what he looked like, all I had was a name and the fact that he was very, very s

The limousine smelled like leather, polish and old money.I sat stiffly at the edge of the plush leather seats, my hands placed gently on my lap like they belonged to someone else.The events of the past few minutes kept on playing in my mind, and the more I relived them, the more I realized I had absolutely no idea why Sylas had acted that way.Outside the car, the courthouse and the reporters had all disappeared behind the tinted glass, but one thing that didn't fade though, was the sound. The sounds of the camera shutters and the screams, all of it was there, but they were all overshadowed by one sound — the sound of Sylas' lips smacking on mine.I shifted, finally gathering enough strength to turn to him.“You kissed me?” I asked, “Why?”Sylas didn’t look surprised, if anything, he looked more composed than ever, his bubbling act was now cleaned up, and in its place was the stoic and smooth visage of a man who knew he had the whole world at his fingertips.He glanced down and loos

For a moment, everything, including my breathing, stopped.Sarah’s wrist was still caught in Sylas’ grip. My heart hammered violently against my ribs as I watched her hand stop just a few inches away from my face.She had tried to hit me, actually hit me? And if Sylas hadn’t stopped her?I swallowed hard, and my throat went dry. Sarah’s expression twisted, her shock at being grabbed melted into something far uglier. She stared down at Sylas hand wrapped around her wrist with rage in her eyes.“Sylas…” her voice cracked, and her disbelief was laced with hurt, “You are choosing this bitch over me?”He didn’t let go immediately, instead, he tightened his grip till she squirmed a little.“I’m not choosing anyone,” he said calmly, then, his gaze hardened as he pushed her away, “I already did.”Those words landed harder than any slap ever could. Tears began to stream down Sarah’s face as Sylas released his grip on her wrist.She staggered back a step and began to clutch her wrist like it ha